Author's Note: The first SessRin I've written in some time. Naughty and WAFFy. This may stay a oneshot or grow into a collection of canon-era naughty SessRin.

Warnings: Loli. As always, Rin is portrayed by a 23-year-old actress with an MFA from Julliard.

Inappropriate

"Rin," began Sesshoumaru in the expressionless purr of a voice for which he was known and feared throughout Feudal Japan, "you will not put flowers in my fur. It is inappropriate."

It was at least the tenth time this season that the magnificent dog demon had found his person strewn with blossoms. They did not suit his pride and demeanor, and they clashed with his armor.

The little mortal girl nodded her head, pony tail bobbing and her lip stuck out in an absurd pout. "Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru," she muttered.

How delectable she was in such a mood, thought the dog. He could suck that lip into his mouth and graze it with his fangs and evince such a sweet high squeak from her.

"And, Rin," he continued, "you will not remove the dragon's muzzles and feed them honey from your fingertips. It is inappropriate." The fool of a child would get her hands bitten off.

"Ah-Un," replied Rin.

Sesshoumaru fought back a snarl. "You will not give that foolish name to my dragon. It is inappropriate."

"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru," she said, tears welling.

How he longed to drink the salty wetness with a quick dart of his tongue and draw a delightful gasp from her surprised mouth.

"And Rin," he went on, beginning to truly enjoy himself but keeping his excitement from his voice and expression, "you will not dress Jaken in your kimono and run around naked in the forest. It is," he cleared his throat as he twitched within his hakama, "inappropriate."

Rin let out a child's disappointed whine.

How he would love to devour that whine with his mouth over hers. He fought back a groan.

Both demon and child were then silent. The moments stretched.

"Lord Sesshoumaru?" piped the girl at last, tipping up her shaggy head and sniffling a little.

"Yes, Rin?" came the low, commanding answer.

"I may not decorate you with flowers nor feed Ah-Un from my fingers nor call him 'Ah-Un' nor play dress-up with Jaken nor be naked in the woods."

"That is correct, Rin."

"Because it is inappropriate." She mimicked Sesshoumaru's pronunciation perfectly and held his gaze bravely.

How he loved when her little voice was so grave and serious and her eyes so bright. His cock stretched and stiffened. "Yes. Inappropriate."

She cocked her head and pursed her lips in thought. "What about releasing the little beast in your hakama to play with, Lord Sesshoumaru?" she queried, pointing at the growing protuberance.

Sesshoumaru's mouth quirked the tiniest smile. "Perfectly inappropriate, Rin," he replied, untying his obi and welcoming her delicious disobedience.

Rules were made to be broken, after all. And no one broke them quite like his Rin.